How to Thrive in the Christian Life
Thu, 11/05/2020 - 5:00am
One Mother’s Day, six-year-old Sawyer brought a pitiful looking plant home from school. It was one rather droopy-looking shoot of green sprouting out of the hastily packed dirt in a red solo cup. I had no real love for the plant or for its pathetic appearance. But, to my son it was a whole garden of greatness, painstakingly coaxed upward from one little seed he’d planted weeks earlier. So, I set the cup in my kitchen window. Every few days Sawyer would ask if I had watered it. I’m a notoriously bad plant owner and generally kill anything green within 100 yards of me. But, because he was so passionate about seeing this plant flourish, I watered it.
